Fic - Violated (Prologue)
Title: Violated
Chapter: Prologue
Author: Carole B.
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, PC Andy Davidson, Owen Harper
Pairings: Ianto/Jack, Owen/Other
Gen/Het/Slash: Het, Slash
Warnings: Torture, Forced Sex, Violence, Language
Rating: NC-17 for the Prologue/R for other chapters
Crossover: None
Word Count: 15,600
Beta: Time Hound
Summary: A serial killer has been flouncing around Cardiff, using the name Jack Harkness. When the team starts investigating the murders, they have doubt whether it is really Jack or not. To their shock, they find out it is someone really close to them, someone who shouldn’t exist.
Author’s Notes: Written for the 2011 tw-bigbang. Big thank you to my awesome artist hollymarchosias. Thanks to my friends who pushed this to get down, and thanks to Liz who gave me last minute line changes. The Prologue is very dark and graphic - if you wish you can skip over the Prologue and start with Chapter 1.
WARNING! If you have a problem with graphic violence, graphic sex and/or forced sex, skip the Prologue and go directly to CHAPTER ONE!
Prologue
He licked his lips as the girl wiggled her toes and fingers. It was so intoxicating to watch them struggle, barely able to move. Her grunts brought his attention back to her pretty face. Her… Her… She had a name at one point… Rhia? Samantha? Lisa? Did it matter anymore?
Kneeling between her legs, he ran a finger up her bare stomach and circled the breast, watching the girl squirm spread eagle under him. He ran his fingers along her taut arm muscles as she struggled against the cuffs and rope that held her down. His rough palm moved along her hip and down to her pussy lips. He licked a finger and worked it in to her.
“Told you you’d like it,” he said to her as his finger began to stroke her clit.
He got so excited listening to her groans around the gag, her body unwillingly bucking against his finger as he gently pinched the clit. Pulling his hands away, he looked down at the girl, sweat making her body glow. He stroked his hard cock and then grabbed her by the hips, holding her body steady. Lining himself up, he pushed into her pussy, pushing deep despite her body clenching against him.
Grunting as he pushed in and out, fighting the girl, he held tight to her, leaving bruises on her hips from his fingers. Leaning down, he licked her nipples and then bit down hard on one, making her body lurch in the bonds. He forgot all about protecting her precious pussy as he nibbled on her tits, pushing in and out.
He could see the fear and lust in her eyes. All this girl was to him was a piece of meat. She was his to do whatever he wanted to do with. He felt himself come hot and heavy inside her and kept pushing, feeling her body tense at the brink. They never wanted to come for him, but he had a way of manipulating their bodies.
As her body tightened, feeling the orgasm wash across her, he pulled a silver hilt from under the pillow and pressed a button, extending the knife. It glittered in the soft light of the girl’s bedroom. Her eyes filled with desire, he ran the sharp blade along her neck, severing the artery.
The blade was so finely tuned, no mark could be seen at first. It was as she thrashed around and the blood filled up her throat and started seeping out of the thin slit that went from one side of the neck to the other could anyone tell she had been cut. By then it was too late. The lust was replaced by fear and a soft gurgle as the life left her eyes.
He pulled out of her and wiped his hands on the bedsheets. Clicking the button on the hilt again, the knife disappeared back into place, cleaning itself as it plunged back into the casing. He took his time washing up, knowing the flatmate wouldn’t be back until morning.
Drying off and getting dressed in his jeans and shirt, he slung his black leather jacket over his shoulder. Sliding the knife into his back jeans pocket, he stopped by the mirror and tucked his brown locks back, ruffling them slightly. His eyes smiled back at him seeming colder than usual. He exited the flat and hurried down Donald Street, thoughts of Torchwood in his mind.
Artwork by hollymarchosias
CHAPTER ONE
Chapter: Prologue
Author: Carole B.
Series: Torchwood
Characters: Gwen Cooper, Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness, PC Andy Davidson, Owen Harper
Pairings: Ianto/Jack, Owen/Other
Gen/Het/Slash: Het, Slash
Warnings: Torture, Forced Sex, Violence, Language
Rating: NC-17 for the Prologue/R for other chapters
Crossover: None
Word Count: 15,600
Beta: Time Hound
Summary: A serial killer has been flouncing around Cardiff, using the name Jack Harkness. When the team starts investigating the murders, they have doubt whether it is really Jack or not. To their shock, they find out it is someone really close to them, someone who shouldn’t exist.
Author’s Notes: Written for the 2011 tw-bigbang. Big thank you to my awesome artist hollymarchosias. Thanks to my friends who pushed this to get down, and thanks to Liz who gave me last minute line changes. The Prologue is very dark and graphic - if you wish you can skip over the Prologue and start with Chapter 1.
WARNING! If you have a problem with graphic violence, graphic sex and/or forced sex, skip the Prologue and go directly to CHAPTER ONE!
Prologue
He licked his lips as the girl wiggled her toes and fingers. It was so intoxicating to watch them struggle, barely able to move. Her grunts brought his attention back to her pretty face. Her… Her… She had a name at one point… Rhia? Samantha? Lisa? Did it matter anymore?
Kneeling between her legs, he ran a finger up her bare stomach and circled the breast, watching the girl squirm spread eagle under him. He ran his fingers along her taut arm muscles as she struggled against the cuffs and rope that held her down. His rough palm moved along her hip and down to her pussy lips. He licked a finger and worked it in to her.
“Told you you’d like it,” he said to her as his finger began to stroke her clit.
He got so excited listening to her groans around the gag, her body unwillingly bucking against his finger as he gently pinched the clit. Pulling his hands away, he looked down at the girl, sweat making her body glow. He stroked his hard cock and then grabbed her by the hips, holding her body steady. Lining himself up, he pushed into her pussy, pushing deep despite her body clenching against him.
Grunting as he pushed in and out, fighting the girl, he held tight to her, leaving bruises on her hips from his fingers. Leaning down, he licked her nipples and then bit down hard on one, making her body lurch in the bonds. He forgot all about protecting her precious pussy as he nibbled on her tits, pushing in and out.
He could see the fear and lust in her eyes. All this girl was to him was a piece of meat. She was his to do whatever he wanted to do with. He felt himself come hot and heavy inside her and kept pushing, feeling her body tense at the brink. They never wanted to come for him, but he had a way of manipulating their bodies.
As her body tightened, feeling the orgasm wash across her, he pulled a silver hilt from under the pillow and pressed a button, extending the knife. It glittered in the soft light of the girl’s bedroom. Her eyes filled with desire, he ran the sharp blade along her neck, severing the artery.
The blade was so finely tuned, no mark could be seen at first. It was as she thrashed around and the blood filled up her throat and started seeping out of the thin slit that went from one side of the neck to the other could anyone tell she had been cut. By then it was too late. The lust was replaced by fear and a soft gurgle as the life left her eyes.
He pulled out of her and wiped his hands on the bedsheets. Clicking the button on the hilt again, the knife disappeared back into place, cleaning itself as it plunged back into the casing. He took his time washing up, knowing the flatmate wouldn’t be back until morning.
Drying off and getting dressed in his jeans and shirt, he slung his black leather jacket over his shoulder. Sliding the knife into his back jeans pocket, he stopped by the mirror and tucked his brown locks back, ruffling them slightly. His eyes smiled back at him seeming colder than usual. He exited the flat and hurried down Donald Street, thoughts of Torchwood in his mind.
Artwork by hollymarchosias
CHAPTER ONE